Gus moved toward the place between her thighs, but Devon stopped him, cupping his hard jaw and holding his head in place as she moved her panties over and began to glide her finger along the outer lips of her pussy, now smoothly shaven.
Gus’s hot breath lingered over her exposed flesh. “Devon…”
He had that no nonsense tone, but Devon ignored it. “Don’t move, Gus. Just watch,” she commanded softly as she slid her fingers between the soft folds and ran a finger over her exposed clit. It swelled beneath her touch and Gus’s rapid breathing fueled her desire to keep him waiting. Devon brought her fingers to his lips and Gus licked each one with a husky moan.
Devon’s hips arched forward and Gus laid his head on her thigh, his thick hair brushing her skin. “Take my thong off, Gus.”
Gus’s strong hands complied, pulling the fabric roughly away from her body while never letting his head leave its resting place.
Devon pushed the panties away from her feet and spread her legs. Bracketing Gus’s head in her hands she positioned him between them. “Lick me, Gus… now.”
Gus’s tongue swept over the lips of her pussy, avoiding her throbbing clit, skirting her wet flesh with long, slow strokes. Devon’s nipples hardened to tight peaks and she clutched at his hair with frustration.
Gus chuckled against her as he slipped a thick finger into her slick passage. Devon’s hips bucked against his face and when Gus finally circled her clit with the rasp of his tongue, Devon fought a shriek of satisfaction. Gus latched onto the bud and moved his finger in time with each stroke of his tongue.
Devon felt the shudder of climax turn to a wave of sweet release and she rocked in time to the rhythm he controlled with a fine art. She came hard, with a sharp clarity that tensed every muscle in her body to the point of breaking, then sagged in relief as small shudders racked her body.
Gus held her with sure, steady hands at her hips until she caught her breath, kissing his way back to her lips. Devon clung to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in the solid warmth of his chest. He cupped the back of her head, tunneling his hands in her hair and pulling her back to look at him.
Devon’s hands wandered to his cock, grasping it firmly and stroking the velvety smooth skin. It was thick and hard from the skill of her hand, and her lips itched to wrap around it. Devon let her tongue trail over Gus’s hard pecs and down his abdomen, grazing each ridge with her mouth. Cupping his balls, she pressed them flush to his shaft and knelt to envelop him with her mouth.
Gus hissed a breath as he shuddered against her. “Jesus Christ, Devon.” Gus said very little during their frequent lovemaking, but when he did speak, it made Devon’s stomach clench and her heart pound in her ears.
Devon ran her tongue over his length as Gus tunneled his hands in her hair and drove his cock into her mouth. She held him fast between her lips, moving forward and back with increasingly rapid strokes. Her hands found his thighs and she kneaded them before she reached around him and grabbed the hard flesh of his ass, forcing him deeper into the warm cavern of her mouth.
“Stop!” he growled between clenched teeth as he pulled out and away from her. Gus grabbed her by her upper arms and moved her backward toward the bed. Devon was helpless to do anything but follow. She fell on top of him, his hard body bracing her, inviting her to let the warmth of it envelop her.
Devon sighed with pleasure at the feel of their heated skin, closing her eyes and inhaling the scent that was all Gus.
Gus’s hand wedged between them and found her wet cunt. He caressed her with the heel of his callused hand, dragging his fingers through the folds.
Devon couldn’t breathe from it. “I think you’d damn well better get that condom, Gus.”
“Do you want to fuck, Devon?”
Devon’s heart sped up at his words, richly erotic to her ears, and she didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yeah, Gus, I want to fuck.”
Gus’s laughter rumbled in his broad chest as he reached over to the nightstand and felt for the foil packages they’d used so many of. He ripped one open and slid it over his impressive length, then rolled Devon off of him and onto her stomach.
Devon’s stomach clenched as she boldly raised herself up on her elbows, lifting her ass high in the air. Gus smoothed his hands over the globes of flesh, bending to nip at her, running his tongue over the rounded surface. Devon squirmed against his mouth as he dipped lightly into her cunt, then slid back upward to kneel behind her.
She felt the heavy weight of his solid body behind her as he positioned himself at her entrance, then slid between the lips of her pussy, teasing her clit with his cock.
“Gus,” she whispered urgently, out of breath and patience.
“You ready, baby?” he asked as his arms wrapped around her waist and he poised at her aching entrance.
“Yes,” Devon hissed in return.
Gus thrust into her with a swift drive of hard cock, hot and wet from her own juices and Devon nearly roared her pleasure. Her nipples instantly tightened and her legs trembled violently. Gus held her firmly as he drove into her, leaning back to get better leverage. He braced himself on her lower back with one hand and kneaded her ass with the other.
The sharp twist of her skin in his big hand made Devon’s hips roll frantically, welcoming the hard jabs of his shaft. He filled her, stretched her, pushed her to that place only Gus knew how to reach.
When Devon whimpered for release Gus spoke, his accent thicker in the heat of their lovemaking. “You are so sweet, Devon. Do you feel my cock? Jesus, it’s so hard for you… you’re so wet and tight.”
Gus’s words and the slap of flesh against flesh roared in Devon’s ears as she screeched toward another orgasm. Gus’s grip tightened around her waist and she heard his ragged breathing, vaguely aware that it was the familiar pattern before he lost control. And Devon wanted him to lose control, so she rocked on her knees, thrusting back at him, meeting his frenzied pace.
Devon grabbed the comforter on her bed in her fists and her neck arched upward when the orgasm ripped through her. She yelled his name hoarsely as Gus grunted from behind her and came too with strong thrusts of his powerful body.
Devon sank beneath him, collapsing on the bed, and Gus withdrew from her, laying his solid weight on her.
He tucked her close to him. “Cheerist, woman. You’ll kill me at this rate.”
Devon blushed and smiled against his forearm tucked under her cheek. “Shh, let’s not talk about it. Let me bask in the glow of my wickedness.”
Gus’s lips grazed her shoulder. “No one affects me quite like you, Ms. Masters. I like you wicked.”
“Well, ditto, Mr. Hernandez.”
Gus ran his tongue over her back and Devon shivered. “I need sustenance, woman. Are you feeding me before we ghost hunt or are you going to let me waste away to nothing?”
“I just screwed the hell out of you and I have to cook too? Such a romantic…”
“I can’t cook,” he said sullenly as he turned her to face him.
Devon kissed his succulent lips and pulled out of his arms to slip off the bed, grabbing her robe. “I understand completely. And we haven’t ghost hunted in days -- we’ve boinked, you sex monger. I have to wonder if we’ll ever find out what was going on…” She let her sentence trail off as she headed to the kitchen.
Popping open the fridge, Devon took out the makings for a ham and cheese on rye. Slapping four slices of bread on the counter she went to dig up the mustard. She set the bottle on the counter and went to get plates.
When she turned back to begin making sandwiches, her eyes widened and her heart raced.
It’s baaaack, Devon thought hysterically.
Devon took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Guuuuuuuuuussssssssssssss!”
Gus flew around the corner, still naked. “What’s the matter, babe?” Gus came to a screeching halt to stand by Devon and watch in awe as the squeeze bottle of mustard moved in an invisible rhythm, bo
bbing effortlessly in the air.
Devon grabbed his arm and clutched it, but Gus started to laugh. It began as a rumble and erupted into a high-pitched squeal of hilarity.
Hookay, so what about this was even remotely funny? Gus wiped tears from his eyes and gasped for breath. Devon nudged him with her toe. “Hey, what do you find so funny about this? It’s freaking me out, Gus!”
Gus took her hand and pulled her over to the countertop. He read the words written in mustard on the bread.
So did Devon. Devon gasped and looked at Gus who was still smiling.
Gus pulled Devon into his arms. “I think I got some stuff to tell ya,” he said sheepishly, reverting to a less formal speech pattern than he usually used.
He obviously knew something she didn’t. “What the frig is going on, Gus? Nothing has happened for a solid two weeks and now this?” Devon pointed at the sandwich. “Explain.”
“Well, you know those candleholders from your shop?”
Devon nodded
“They were my grandmother’s. I have pictures of them. I brought the album they’re in. It’s in my duffel bag.”
Devon narrowed her eyes and puckered her lips. “And?”
Gus kissed her forehead. “Well, Grandma always said if I didn’t settle down and have a family and stop burying my nose in my work, she’d haunt me.”
“So she haunted me? You’re not making any sense.”
“I am if you read the message she wrote with the mustard. She put the candleholders in your store so she’d have a sort of bridge to communicate with me. A clue, I guess. Though writing my name on the mirror was pretty damn obvious.”
Devon looked more closely at the sandwich. Aha! This was all starting make sense to her. Sort of anyway. Grandma had a rather peculiar sense of humor. “So Grandma wants a girlfriend for her baby Gus, huh?”
“Um, yup and then some. She doesn’t kid around either, does she?”
Devon laughed, she couldn’t help it, and her heart warmed to Gus’s grandmother -- who might be dead, but was kinda cool in her devotion to Gus and matchmaking. “So all of this was your grandmother? I certainly will never doubt the afterlife again.” Devon shook her head, still letting it wrap around her brain.
“So?” Gus prompted, nudging her.
“So what?”
“So will you?”
“Will I what?”
Gus nipped at the end of her nose. “Do what Grandma asked.”
“Oh! That. Well, I dunno. I’ve never been asked something like that by someone’s grandmother.”
Gus sighed. “Do I have to do something drastic?”
Devon curled her arms around his neck. “Talk to me about drastic, handsome.”
Gus pushed his way into her bathrobe and thumbed a nipple. “Drastic like take you back in the bedroom and make you answer me.”
Devon shivered. “And what makes you think I won’t opt in favor of drastic measures?”
Gus’s cock stiffened between them as he kissed the line of her neck. “Devon,” he warned impatiently.
“Oh, okay,” she sighed mockingly and then with pleasure as his lips moved over her.
“Okay what?” he asked as he swept his tongue over her nipple.
Devon pulled Gus’s dark head up to meet her eyes. “Okay, I’ll be your steady. Just like the sandwich says and later you can give me an explanation in full.”
Gus grinned and turned his eyes toward the ceiling. “Hear that, Grandma? She said yes. She’ll be my main squeeze. Now off to wherever it is you need to be. I have some earthly duties to attend to.” Gus hauled Devon up and over his shoulder.
Devon swatted at his naked ass. “Wait! Don’t you want to eat? I thought you were hungry?”
Gus carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Hovering over her, he smiled and said. “I am, just not for a sandwich.”
Devon giggled and pulled him to lie on top of her. “You said you needed sustenance.”
“I do, but not that kind. You can cook later,” he growled at her.
“Why do I always have to cook?” Devon complained.
“Because Grandma found you for me,” he joked against her lips.
Despite his cocky answer, Devon’s heart clenched tightly in her chest. Indeed, Grandma had found her. “So, Gus, what do you think Grandma thinks about my aura?”
Gus’s laughter rang through the room before he kissed her soundly and whispered the words she knew she’d never tire of in the years Devon instinctively knew they would spend together.
* * *
In the kitchen, grandma Marisol Hernandez smiled to herself with satisfaction as she put the final touches on Devon and Gus’s sandwiches. Stooping down, she patted Darvis on the head. “C’mon, boy, let’s go stir up some trouble in the after life!”
The End
Dakota Cassidy
Dakota Cassidy found writing quite by accident and it’s ‘been madness ever since.’ Who knew writing the grocery list would turn into this?
Dakota loves anything funny and nothing pleases her more than to hear she’s made someone laugh. She loves to write in many genres with a contemporary flair.
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